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Despite the fact that I really need to answer the door to see if it is the movers who were scheduled today, I pause in the shadows of the hallway outside my bedroom to see what my fair-skinned cousin would do after I made my exit.

I could see the pupils of her hazel eyes moving back and forth as I watch her as she sits slouched in the cushioned computer desk chair. She looks to be reading the instructions my clientele are communicating to her over the internet chat lines. As she does so, I could see that she is rubbing the rubber-coated handle of the tennis racket against the gusset of her silky panties. They look to be getting wet, as she has her legs spread, her knees hanging over each arm of the chair. She pushes the wheeled chair closer to where my laptop's keyboard was positioned. The light emanating from my monitor's screen now helped to illuminate Stacy's shiny white panties as they were revealed below the short hem of her denim skirt.

Instead of using the microphone, Stacy types in her responses. She uses only her left hand to hit all the keys. Her other hand is busy pushing the silken crotch to the side and exposing her wet pussyfolds to all who paid for my login.

Then, my visitor's queries apparently appeased, her hand leaves the keyboard and grasps the racket handle. I watch, shocked and aroused, as my red-haired relative feeds the black-tipped handle into the now glistening folds of her pussy. I can't believe she took to this so easily. She didn't know of the webcam a few minutes ago, and now she was fucking herself with a tennis racket handle in front of who knows how many strangers.

I found myself rubbing my own pantycrotch as I watch her perform on the chair. With a very wanton facial expression, she pushes the handle in as far as she can and arches her body forward, in the throes of a delicious cum. I lift my hand higher, readying to slip it under the tight waistband of my navy briefs.

Another round of doorbell tones resonate through the house. I snap back to reality. I need to get that door! I look to Stacy. She looks ready to shout for me to get the door already, but when she turns her head to the doorway, she spies me crouched there, my hand near the front of my navy bloomers.